Bar 4 Bar Lyrics

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Shh, shh, shh

Five for ten, ain't no deps nigga none but za round

Raw youngin real player Still will smack a bitch down

She wanna sip and paint fast forward she slurping on my dick now

Got her coming like my adlib

What a hell of a sound

Come on

Daddy I'm your baby

Shut up bitch lay down

I done sold so many scripts no I ain't acting

Boy you need to go and pledge

Fuck from round me with all that kappin

Free my brother out of that chain gang

Mr. Take that blender and make that shit happen

Free Chuck

Sent my dog the last three songs I made

He like damn, Bill you snapping

They sleep

Nah, they must be off that acid if they think I'm done taxing

Hit my knees and pray to God

I got tired of losing packages

Stuck down in that country

Now I'm the shit its giving laxative

Carolina, baby, need my shiestys camo

Every time I got a new piece hit docs refill ammo

In the A, I'm swerving down peach tree hand on the camel toe

Soulja Rag with the Rees like I'm fresh up out the calliope

Came in with some heathens get to tweaking we aiming at your cantaloupe

Know I'm about my cash I bet we rock out every show

I done been a lot of shit

But can't no niggas say I'm ho

They know gelato eat the most

I feel like big smoke

Got this rap shit in a chokehold

I swear it's getting easy

I Evolved passed that broke shit

One time for my nigga teezy

Got a white bitch with a Malibu

Her head off the sheezy

Come on

How the hell these niggas sit here act like they ain't need me

I'm a bad man

Take them bags and Michael Jackson beat them

Shout out to that nigga Trigger but I been serving ether

Lil fee on my line

Beat her skeeter then delete her

Bitch, you only here for Peter

I been grinding nigga pockets full

But my head on peezy

If it's war, then somebody gotta die

Nigga, we ain't calling treaty's

I'm important now it's getting hard to reach me

I keep a long money you would think gelato geechie

Five for ten, ain't no deps nigga none but za round

Raw youngin real player Still will smack a bitch down

She wanna sip and paint fast forward she slurping on my dick now

Got her coming like my adlib

What a hell of a sound

Come on

Daddy I'm your baby

Shut up bitch lay down

I done sold so many scripts no I ain't acting

Boy you need to go and pledge

Fuck from round me with all that kappin

Free my brother out of that chain gang

Mr. Take that blender and make that shit happen

Free Chuck

Sent my dog the last three songs I made

He like damn, Bill you snapping

They sleep

Nah, they must be off that acid if they think I'm done taxing

Hit my knees and pray to God

I got tired of losing packages

Stuck down in that country

Now I'm the shit its giving laxative